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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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Years ago a new woman started in our office. She was blonde, stunning, and South African. This was way before Nelson Mandela was freed, so I had firm beliefs about white South Africans and disliked her immensley on sight.
We were paired together, much to my chagrin, and I had to go through all the policies of the organisation with her.
Well, what can I tell you. The friendliest, warmest, most sincere person I've ever met. We became the best of friends, went to the theatre, opera together. She came to my home, I went to her's my ex-husband loved her, and he wasn't a social person.
When I had my son, it was family members only allowed into intensive care. She came to visit me in hospital, and I took her down to intensive care to see him. My friend is 5ft 10, peaches and cream complexion, gorgeous blonde hair Clairol could only dream of reproducing in the colour palatte and a size 10. I'm 5ft 7, black and a size 24.
I told the nurses she was my sister - you should have seen their faces. They wanted to question us, but both of us were dead serious and they didn't argue.
My own prejudices made me dislike someone for what I perceived them to be, not what they actually were. I have a very good friend. Sadly, she married a Dutch diplomat (good for her, but sad for me if you know what I mean) and travels all over the world so I haven't seen her in a few years, but a nicer person I've yet to meet. |
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do you ever think back and wonder... how the bejesus did you get it so wrong????? 
